Feb 10, 2017 03:24
I was woken by a dream from forever ago. Here's to resolution and always wondering what could have been.
Dream tonight, and never stop.
A pillow of wine, and a blanket of February air.
You'll think of pebbles,
Painted with blues, and greys, and white,
Drowning every night in the water,
Of a sea being pulled by a faraway love.
Dream every night, Never stop.
Because the crash of the waves,
And the bright light surrounding you,
Is only the moon.
It always has been.
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